C8 Winning with a Few People

The Jia family had a formidable expert in their ranks named Elder Chiang, rumored to be a hidden Ancient Martial Cultivator with the strength to lift a thousand kilograms, easily slicing through gold and stone as if they were nothing.

The rapid rise of the Jia family was ostensibly due to their economic clout seizing market share, but behind the scenes, Elder Chiang was the one removing rivals and clearing any hurdles. Over the years, the number of people who had fallen to Elder Chiang was no fewer than eight hundred.

Yet, thanks to the Jia family's efficient handling of the fallout, no evidence of his killings had ever been found.

Jia Zihao felt invincible with his entourage, unafraid of some young upstart. With a mere glance, his bodyguard encircled Ye Yu.

"Young Master Jia, you must avenge me. This fool must be dealt with," Liu Hao implored, propped up by Ye Yu. He attempted to push through the crowd to slap Ye Yu but reconsidered, clutching his waist and stepping aside.

"Babe, are you okay?" Ye Yu inquired, full of concern.

Yang Yi, who had been in a daze, heard his voice and regained some clarity. She saw Ye Yu and the predatory bodyguards around her and mustered all her strength to warn him, "Get out of here, don't worry about me. They're too much for you to handle!"

"Leave? Nobody's going anywhere until I've had my fun tonight," Jia Zihao declared arrogantly, legs crossed with an air of superiority.

Ye Yu didn't waste a moment on him, quickly assessing Yang Yi's condition and realizing she had been dosed with a hybrid aphrodisiac. "The Harmonious Flower acts as a catalyst, combined with a thousand taels of gold, jade fruit, rosemary, and some refined Western medicinal components," he deduced. After sipping some tea from the table, he fixed his gaze on Jia Zihao and remarked, "You're quite ruthless!"

"A man isn't a man without a bit of poison. No wonder you're so destitute!" Jia Zihao retorted, lifting a cup of tea and deliberately spilling it onto the floor.

"You're able to discern the ingredients of the medicine with just a single sip; that's truly the mark of a genius.

However, you might be unaware that this concoction acts as an aphrodisiac for women, but for men, it's lethal poison. Within a minute, you'll be suffocating as your central nervous system shuts down!"

Upon learning that Ye Yu was on the brink of being poisoned to death, both Liu Hao and Shu Huan were somewhat eager. The former was smarting from the recent humiliation by Ye Yu, while the latter couldn't bear to see Yang Yi's well-being.

Little did they know, Ye Yu had sampled every herb imaginable in the otherworld to master the art of medicine, rendering him impervious to all toxins.

With composure, Ye Yu straightened Yang Yi's attire, lifted her in his arms, and made to leave.

A minute had elapsed by then, and seeing Ye Yu unharmed, Jia Zihao began to panic.

The infallible miracle drug had failed today of all days—how could it be?

"What are you doing just standing there? Kill him for me. I'll take full responsibility. He dies today!"

At Jia Zihao's command, the bodyguards sprang into action.

Among them were champions from the underground boxing rings and war-hardened mercenaries. Their prowess was not the result of formal grading but honed through countless real-life battles.

This time, it seemed Ye Yu was doomed!

That was the consensus among all those present, but reality quickly dashed their expectations.

Ye Yu, with Yang Yi in tow, moved with a blur of speed, weaving through the bodyguards while unleashing a relentless barrage of punches.

By the time he stopped, all seven or eight bodyguards were sprawled on the ground, nursing injuries that were the least of their worries.

A chorus of groans filled the banquet hall.

The fight was over in the blink of an eye, a testament to the vast gulf in their abilities.

Everyone was dumbstruck, their eyes wide as they watched Ye Yu stand tall amidst the fallen, like a crane among chickens.

How could this slender youth, even while encumbered with another person, take down seven or eight burly men? Was this some kind of action film?

Jia Zihao's legs shook uncontrollably, and he began to question whether the bodyguards at his side were nothing more than actors planted by the seemingly impoverished young man before him.

The first to snap out of his stunned state was a bodyguard who had been knocked to the ground, lying just behind Ye Yu.

Seizing the moment while Ye Yu was distracted, the bodyguard stealthily retrieved a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket, slipped them on, and with a swift leap, he aimed a strike at Ye Yu's back.